You said "Come on, let's go down that Yellow Brick Road"

But that path was primrose and led back to black and white

And now I know, since that day you chose to let me know

My heart's been tangled with thorns that choke the light

Oh, here I go, collecting roses to me from you

Oh, here I go, a dozen red for every wound

Oh, now I stop and smell the roses when they're blue

Gonna find my way, break the lock on the Emerald City gates

It could be simple, but we're only half-awake

I feel the pain set in when I think of you and grip the stems

I feel my head begin to spin, I'm not alright

Oh, here I go, collecting roses to me from you

Oh, here I go, a dozen red for every wound

Oh, now I stop and smell the roses when they're blue

When they're blue

Let go of the stems, free to bloom again

Let go of the stems, free to bloom again

Here I go, collecting roses to me from you

Oh, here I go, a dozen red for every wound

Oh, now I stop and smell the roses when they're blue

(Stop, stop, stop) Let go of the stems, free to bloom again

(Stop, stop, stop) Free to bloom again when they're blue